to the guy in the orange hoodie.

five minutes. probably even less.
a guy on a red motorcycle wearing an orange hoodie zipped in front of me and start zig zagging between lanes. five minutes. probably even less. i drive past four cars stopped in the right lane and i see the red motorcycle and the guy in the orange hoodie on the freeway pavement. his body is beyond disorted in shape. his back is exposed and i could see major cuts and theres blood and broken glass everywhere. i drive by, because it literally just happened and now all the traffic is behind me.

and all im thinking about is that i saw him lying there in a pool of blood and glass shards as i drive off hoping whoever it was, was going to be okay. he wasnt. thats life. and death before 9am on my commute to work.

ive never seen a scene like that before.
five minutes. probably less. things changed. could have changed. will change.

at 1p and after some internet sleuthing, i found an article that the motorcycle rider on the orange hoodie was dead upon arrival to the hospital.